People might look down apon me
but they dont see what i see
when you lived what ive been through
you could barely afford a shoe
Growing up with a mom addicted to ice
In a house infested with mice
Dad ran away
never to see the day
of when i rise above the clouds
and speak in front of crowds
I felt like an outcast
but this is only my past
now i live in a world of crime
these are bad times
so much death and hate
is this my fate?
I can only pray
to see the day
when it gets in your face
that this place
is a tragic mess
like a game of chess
we only live out the lives of pons
we find bodies on peoples lawns
we can only hope
that we are not running to the end of are rope
the time has come to step up
to empty your cup
to speak for each other
to help one another
we must help this world that is becoming old
to not become so cold